Wujunzhuang Dakuan was sitting behind the Zhuhong Gongan, looking down with a heavy face, where the black armored ginseng tied up by three soul-binding ropes stood in the middle.
The palace was so quiet that it penetrated people.
"Pa"
Wu Jun took a rare shot of the gavel, which made everyone tremble in shock.
"Tiedan'er, why did you do what you just did?"
Wu Jun asked coldly.
"I got dizzy watching that drama, and then I remembered back then... I was wrong."
Lord Wu sighed silently. When he committed suicide on the city wall, Zhuang Tie was the first to draw his sword and follow him.
"But...what else can I entrust you with?"
The standing Silver Armor General heard this and looked up at Lord Wu. His lips were trembling slightly.
When Zhuang Tie heard this, he knelt down with his hands tied and kowtowed three times, then stood up on his own and said with a smile:
"Today, I, Tie Dan'er, have caused trouble for the general again. I will kowtow to the general a few times to apologize. There is no more entrustment."
"But what else is there to say?"
"I don't have anything to say...oh, there is!"
The black armored ginseng general suddenly turned around and said to the martial judges around him:
"I'm going to leave. Please don't imitate me and make the general angry again. You must listen carefully to the general's words.
Today, I scolded that old man, which can be said to have vented my anger on you and others. Don’t let your anger get the better of you in the future!”
After saying that, he turned around to face Lord Wu, lowered his head and said:
"I'm done."
Wu Jun remained silent, taking a breath of gloom, and said calmly:
"Come here, take off your yin helmet and yin armor."
"Wow, wow, wow."
Several martial judges stepped forward and removed Zhuang Tie's black helmet and armor. The force was gentle and gentle, not like removing the armor, but more like changing his clothes.
Seeing that his armor was gone, Lord Wu stopped looking at him and raised his hand to make a random move.
A burst of sandalwood scent filled the hall, and streaks of black and yellow power flew out from Zhuang Tie's body. After floating in the hall for a while, they melted into the beams, pillars, and walls.
"He was taken to the Department of Punishing Evil and punished with a hundred lashes...and then handed over to Wenjun Hall for punishment."
General Silver Armor Ginseng wanted to say something, but Zhuang Tie knelt down and kowtowed to Lord Wu again, then turned around and strode out of the palace, heading towards the Department of Punishing Evil.
Seeing this, General Silver Armor Ginseng sighed, said goodbye to Lord Wu, and then hurriedly chased after Zhuang Tie.
The remaining martial judges in the hall stood quietly, watching Lord Wu slowly stand up and walk into the side hall step by step.
……
The stage in front of the Wu Temple is still noisy as usual. Even the temple blessings are helping to maintain order in front of the temple, leaving only one-year-old temple workers to look after the temple.
After the old temple worker finished offering incense to Lord Wu in the main hall, he came out of the main hall with an oil lamp and walked all the way to the side hall.
It was cold and dark at night, so he walked very slowly.
Pushing open the door of the side hall, lighting three incense sticks and inserting them into the incense burner. After prostrating, he picked up the oil lamp and was about to walk towards the next statue. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed that the three incense sticks he had put on were extinguished.
Zhu Miao, the old man, let out a sigh, turned back and looked around in the hall, but there was no one except him.
Then he had no choice but to pull out the old incense, relight three sticks, and burn the incense head vigorously. He muttered something while placing the incense respectfully.
When he turned around and was about to bend down to kowtow, he noticed from the corner of his eye that the three incense heads flickered for a few times and went out again.
Old Miao Zhu's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately stood up and apologized to the statue a few times, then turned around, picked up the oil lamp, and walked toward the temple gate.
"Click"
A gentle cracking sound sounded in the side hall.
……
"Brother, when you see Wen'er later, don't be impulsive."
Silver Armor Ginseng put away the soul beating whip, picked up Zhuang Tie who lacked soul power and said.
"Of course, I'm going to be angry when I need to be. We won't be angry with him, a younger generation."
General Silver Armor Ginseng nodded and asked if he wanted to wait a little longer. Zhuang Tie shook his head and said that the time had come. Don't let Wenjundian laugh at the joke. It's time to get on your way.
A white light came on and off, and the two people appeared in Wenjun Hall.
Wenjun Qian Wenbing frowned slightly when he saw the two people standing in the hall.
Today is the end of the year, and those at Wujun Palace must be the busiest. Why is this silver-armored general here?
Then I looked at the strong black man next to me. He looked very familiar. He was not...
Wenjun suddenly understood. He just nodded slightly to the silver-armored general and summoned the Yin Yang Book.
"Zhuang Tie, he was guilty of twenty-three human lives before his death, and only twenty-two of his merits and aspirations have been lost after his death. According to the law, he will fall into the evil path..."
Upon seeing this, General Silver Armor hurriedly clasped his fists, but before he could speak, Wenjun reached out to stop him and continued:
"I hope that you will have meritorious deeds after your death, so I can give you a second way to go to the Yin Yang Bridge."
"Haha, okay, I'll go to the Yin-Yang Bridge. Thank you Wen...jun! Let's go!"
……
In front of the Wu Temple, an old temple worker took a steward of the temple and told him roughly what happened just now despite the noisy people.
The steward frowned slightly. He turned around and saw that the crowd in front of the temple was no longer as crowded as before. After informing the other two temples to pray, he followed the old temple worker to the side hall.
Before I even reached the door, I heard a collapse sound in the hall, and at the same time, a stream of dust with a faint scent of sandalwood poured out from the hall.
"This..."
After the two looked at each other, they knelt on the ground and kowtowed to the door of the side hall.
……
Jia Fei walked on the main road in the center of the county town, looking thoughtful all the way, even his steps were not as light as before.
At this time, there are at least two lanterns hanging at the door of every house, and there are far fewer pedestrians than before.
Unknowingly, we walked to the Bell and Drum Tower in the center of the city.
There was not a lantern in front of the door where the young private tutor lived downstairs, only a dim yellow light shining in the small window.
"Ahem... It's been hard on you these days. You have to go to school, ring the bell, and take medicine to serve me."
"No matter what the father says, this is what he should do for the Son of Man."
"Although it is what you should do, there are no filial sons in bed for a long time. How many people can be as careful as you are for a long time? I think it is useless and I have not left you any inheritance. I am ashamed of my ancestors."
Ah."
"Father, please don't say such depressing words. Look at this row of books. As long as the child randomly picks out a few books that are not commonly used, it will be enough to change his father's medicine.
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When the election starts in the spring, the child will be able to go to high school and shine for our banker. At that time, the child will wear a red horse and ride on a horse, kowtow to his father to celebrate his birthday."
"Haha... OK... cough cough cough... I think you have been addicted to books since you were a child. You have never wielded a sword or a gun. As a father, you don't say anything. There is only one thing, the sword passed down from our ancestors, and
Those books of yours are equally precious, and must not be thrown away. They are left by our ancestors...ahem!"
Jia Fei stood outside the window and listened quietly, sighing secretly in his heart. The snow this winter is much heavier and colder than in previous years. The old man from the banker probably looks...
As for the sword, she knew that it was the one Wu Junzhuang Dakuan used to commit suicide on the city tower.
She took out the remaining handful of broken silver from the brocade bag on her chest and placed it at the window. Just as she turned to leave, she saw that Cheng Yu had summoned Yuanshen at some point and signaled him to wait.
"Get a piece of paper."
He pointed at the bag of tips on Jia Fei’s chest and said.
Jia Fei took out a piece of rice paper, and suddenly a few drops of ink floated out of the air. After swiping on the paper, Cheng Yu asked her to wrap up the money and put it in front of the door. Then he raised his hand and knocked on the door a few times.
Jump to the top of the Bell and Drum Tower.
Zhuang Huaijin came out to open the door and stepped on something. He picked it up and opened it and found that it was a paper bag of broken silver with words on it. He walked to the lamp and looked at it. There were eight thin and powerful small words on it:
"Pray for peace and prosperity in the new year".
The eight characters shine brightly under the light of the oil lamp.
This...
Zhuang Huaijin hurriedly put down his money and hurriedly went out to look around, but there was no one there.
When he came to the street, there were many people passing by, and he couldn't tell who had left the money. Suddenly, something moved in his heart, and he turned around and ran up to the clock tower. There was no one upstairs either.
He leaned on the railing and looked at the bustling crowd at his feet. He stood there for a moment and then slowly went back downstairs to his house.
On the roof of the Drum Tower, there stands a sparrow and a woman in blue shirt sitting with her arms crossed, overlooking the happy beings at their feet.
"Boom! Whoosh... bang!"
Qian Mansion is setting off a new round of firecrackers, and brilliant fireworks bloom in the night sky.
